Robbing the Demon God

Now that all three thousand demon gods have emerged—some strong, some weak—the strongest among them, like Pangu, is on the verge of attaining the Great Dao.

The weak ones, anomalies like Li Xinghe, who crossed over as a mortal of flesh and blood, haven't even reached Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. If not for Pangu's protection, he wouldn't be able to move an inch through the Chaos.

The Creation Tribulation could erupt at any moment. When Pangu faces off against the three thousand demon gods, a small fry like him would be in constant danger of death.

His top priority was to squeeze some benefits out of Pangu as quickly as possible. Fortunately, this cheap big brother was very friendly toward Li Xinghe.

The Great Dao numbered three thousand, yet suddenly three thousand and one demon gods had appeared. Pangu also sensed the impending tribulation—even he risked falling. Perhaps Li Xinghe would be the sole variable.

"Big Brother, your little brother's spiritual wisdom has just awakened, and I have no suitable cultivation technique," Li Xinghe said weakly.

"Second Brother, this is the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique. Cultivated to its peak, it can make the body a saint." Pangu ungrudgingly passed on his signature skill.

"Bro, this technique is a bit slow to cultivate!"

"No matter. I'll gift you a few drops of my essence blood."

"Bro, the essence blood is used up. Give me more!"

Pangu: "..."

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique was created by Pangu. In later ages, the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique cultivated by Erlang Xiansheng True Lord Yang Jian was merely an incomplete version—yet even so, Yang Jian ultimately became a saint through it.

As for Pangu's Essence Blood, that was a treasure among treasures. Aside from the cheats in web novels who constantly obtained it, after the Creation, Pangu's Essence Blood had all but vanished.

Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches of later times were merely incarnations formed from twelve drops of Pangu's Essence Blood. One could imagine how heaven-defying this stuff was.

But Li Xinghe was too weak to digest it at all. Most of it he stashed away, and Pangu saw through it without calling him out.

Aside from his daily cultivation, Li Xinghe spent his time fiddling with his shovel.

The merit power rewarded by the Great Dao had also been completely consumed, allowing him to refine a few Chaos Divine Bans. Now he could barely use it.

But when he looked at Pangu's three Chaos Supreme Treasures—offense and defense in one—he couldn't help feeling envious.

"Big Brother, I'm still short a few suitable weapons. This shovel isn't very handy." Li Xinghe started conning his cheap big brother again.

Pangu frowned. "Second Brother, every treasure I have on hand serves a great purpose. I can't give them to you."

It wasn't that he was unwilling, but fate had its own course. His accompanying spiritual treasures were no small matter—they would be essential in the future.

Hearing this, Li Xinghe smiled faintly. He wouldn't dare ask for those supreme treasures. They were meant for the future Creation—he didn't have the fortune for them, nor could he bear that Cause and Effect.

"There are plenty of good things in this Chaos World. Big Brother, take me for a stroll—maybe we'll find some treasures."

If he couldn't have Pangu's, that didn't mean he couldn't take others'. The Wheel of Time and the Wheel of Destiny had already been combined into Chaos Supreme Treasures. The accompanying spiritual treasures of other Big Bosses in the Chaos weren't bad either.

What he called treasure hunting was really just robbery. With Pangu as his gold-medal enforcer, anyone who didn't submit got a beating.

"Don't worry, Second Brother. If you fancy anything, I'll snatch it for you." Pangu breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't have to give away his own accompanying spiritual treasures, it was fine.

If they were going to rob, they had to start with the strongest. In the Chaos, Ancestor Yang Mei was second only to Pangu and Daoist Shichen.

And that bastard had fled the battlefield, causing the deaths of Daoist Shichen and the Lord of Destiny. Li Xinghe had inherited everything from those two demon gods, so naturally he had no goodwill toward him.

Soon, the two were swiftly traversing the Chaos. Only a powerhouse like Pangu could ignore the oppressive pressure here. If Li Xinghe tried it alone, he'd barely be able to move.

In the Chaos, a massive hollow willow tree had taken root in the Chaos Spiritual Energy, surrounded by condensed Law of Space. This was none other than the Space Demon God, Ancestor Yang Mei—second only to Pangu and Daoist Shichen among the three thousand demon gods.

"Big Brother, look over there—there's a big willow tree. Looks like a treasure." Li Xinghe used the Chaos Shovel to calculate the Space Demon God's location.

Sensing Pangu's approach, Ancestor Yang Mei was terrified. Back when Time and Fate had sought him out, they'd said Pangu would slaughter all three thousand demon gods.

"But this isn't the time they calculated! Could their fall have changed the original course of fate?" The more Ancestor Yang Mei thought about it, the more wrong it felt.

The great willow tree yanked up its roots and bolted, scared out of its wits.

"Holy crap, Big Brother, that willow tree can run! It really is a treasure—chase it!" Li Xinghe yelled loudly, clearly pretending to be clueless.

"Second Brother, that's the Space Demon God, Yang Mei," Pangu explained.

Li Xinghe knew that, but he still said, "Big Brother, you're the top dog among the three thousand demon gods. This guy sees you coming and doesn't even come pay respects—he just runs off. That's way too disrespectful."

Pangu didn't know what "top dog" meant, but Ancestor Yang Mei had indeed been very disrespectful, making him lose face in front of his second brother.

With that thought, he took a single step and caught up to Ancestor Yang Mei.

"Pangu, I have no grievance with you. Why are you chasing me?" Ancestor Yang Mei ran even faster.

Pangu didn't know how to answer. He couldn't very well say, "I want to rob you!"

"Space Demon God, why did you run the moment you saw my big brother? Did you do something guilty?" Luckily, Li Xinghe was quick-witted.

This only made Ancestor Yang Mei more horrified. Hadn't Time and Fate both fallen? Who the hell leaked the news? Had his scheme with Time and Fate against Pangu been exposed?

Throughout the Chaos, all the demon gods were astonished, wondering what had gotten into Pangu to chase the Space Demon God.

Just as Ancestor Yang Mei was about to escape, Pangu swung his axe, directly severing the Law of Space and leaving Yang Mei nowhere to hide.

Li Xinghe was startled too, afraid Pangu would kill Yang Mei on the spot. He hadn't gotten enough benefits yet—if the Creation Tribulation started early, it wouldn't be worth it.

"Yang Mei, my second brother has taken a liking to your branches. Give me a section of your essence, and I'll let you go," Pangu said.

As a fellow demon god, he naturally knew what was most valuable on Yang Mei. A branch fragment containing fragments of the Law of Space was comparable to a Chaos Spiritual Treasure.

Ancestor Yang Mei's face twisted in pain. With Pangu making the demand, he couldn't fob him off with junk. He had to offer a core branch, or he feared Pangu would dig up his very roots.

Not long after, Li Xinghe left contentedly, clutching a Hollow Willow Branch.

"Next, Chaos!"

Among the Three Thousand Demon Gods, setting aside the anomaly that was Pangu, Daoist Shichen ranked first, Ancestor Yang Mei second, and Fate third.

Following them in order were Chaos, Cause and Effect, Creation, Destruction, Yin and Yang, Five Elements, and Reincarnation.

With the Chaos Shovel's deductions, Li Xinghe quickly carved a passage through Chaos and located its aura.

Chaos was also utterly bewildered—he had just been watching the drama unfold around Ancestor Yang Mei, and the next second, the rind had been flung right into his own face.

Fortunately, he had learned his lesson and didn't flee. Of course, he was also banking on the might of the Chaos Pearl—even if he wasn't a match for Pangu, Pangu would find it no easy task to kill him.

"Pangu, what business brings you here?" Chaos asked, feigning calm.

This time, Pangu didn't speak. He simply looked straight at Li Xinghe—after all, he could come up with the excuse, and Pangu would just handle the fighting.

Li Xinghe scratched his head. These Demon Gods are so single-minded—why do you even need an excuse to rob someone?

Still, to preserve Pangu's image, he had no choice but to ask, "Do you dip your dumplings in soy sauce?"

Chaos blinked. "Huh?"

What were dumplings? And what was soy sauce? Should he say he dipped them or he didn't?

"Right! Big Brother, he hasn't even eaten dumplings—smash him." Without another word, Li Xinghe took the lead, hoisting his shovel and charging forward.

He was just going through the motions anyway; Pangu certainly wouldn't let Li Xinghe get beaten up, so he immediately followed along, even though he too had no idea what dumplings or soy sauce were.

"By the Great Dao, who the hell can tell me whether you're supposed to dip dumplings in soy sauce or not!" Chaos cursed as he fled, steering the Chaos Pearl away.